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The lookalikes

From the rocks of all ages,
I can not distinguish
Parent birds and offsprings
New blood always become
Everything genes speak of

But how do lovers choose
A lookalike for rings,
When taking the glove off
Further bending the truth
That; “one plus one is one”

Many differ from Adam
But after knotting ties
They get two gifts in lieu
One from kids of the womb
Second comes up in grey.

I have seen a balance
From produce of unions,
Between mother and child,
Yet at the other edge
You see features of dad.

If you are Mr. Thomas
Take a walk down the park
Watch families merry
New blood always become
Everything genes speak of.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A voice from Nigeria

Nothing will make me grab a rope
Just because my world hit the slope
I might have not been to Europe

But I do not have to go suicidal
Just because of someone else’s potential
Although I have not been to Asia

But before Butterfly was Caterpillar
I have to grow and not think of Antarctica
In Africa, for I have not been to Australia

Nothing will make me empty a bar
Simply because I have no luxury car
I might have not been to America

But my ink and papers have traveled
And my poetic voice have been heard
By different races across the world.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Rare African Ray

Africa has seen
Horrifying moments
Destroy her fragile hearts
We still do…

And we still believe
That a dawn will bring forth
A ray to extinguish
This darkness.

Africans have been
Hoping for the longest
Dared, but it is the least
We can do…

And we still believe
That a ray can direct
All our paths and lead us
To greatness.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My Bloodlines

To my lovely children;
In your varying veins
The same blood flows deep down
From same ancestral gown

Daddy loves you so much
That he will always blush;
“I have been to lala land”
There are still lots to find.

In the air, build castles
Let wonders guide you through
Into imaginations
And cartoon’s illustrations.

Dance and play; in your cots
Throw blows; but not a lot
When you do, forgive too
The cord shared, is not two

Trust and always believe
Family never leaves…
Please honor your mother;
Do always remember

For you, she went through pains
After nine months you came
Giving her reasons to smile;
Hence, she goes extra mile

To protect and provide
You with a stress free life.
Do not get so annoyed
When we do spare no rod

While growing, when you err
Please gain an old man’s hair
Trust and always believe
Our love will never cease.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The Thirteenth President: Shameful 2020

It was the year two thousand and seven
But back then in time, we saw thirteen years
As a far throw, and couldn’t comprehend his plans

But, as days went by, the Roaster crowed
And today, year Twenty twenty came our way
With no duffle bags and no gathered hay…

Meeting us while we are shadows of ourselves
Dwelling in intense hunger and confusions
Multiplying both poverty and corruption

With an high rate of unemployment,
Moribund heritage and high cyber crime
Oozing strongly from us all the time.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The Thirteenth President: Vision twenty twenty

I witnessed a man of many creeds and zero greed
Who wanted all squirrels to have a nut
A thoroughbred politician but good things last not.

Though, before he sailed away he spoke of
His dream; titled vision twenty twenty
A year when Nigeria shall have plenty.

Reclaiming all her sweet heritages
Turning Niger Delta into heavenly city
And for northeast, mitigate insecurity.

He had a dream to provide uninterrupted supply
Of power and energy, increase employment
And enhance infrastructural development.

These were all on a three point agenda,
Seeming like a hook on repetition
That would take us to redemptions

Just like yesterday, I remember him say;
Economy, economy and economy…
In short, vision twenty, twenty.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The road cries

Carols by the candles
Celebrating a cradle
Atmospheric wonders
Gives the heart a ginger
This is just the reason
The road cries this season.

Ribbons decorating
Christmas trees glittering,
Fireworks and knockouts
Are madness people front…
This is just the reason
The road cries this season.

With an intrigued pupil
The festivities pulls
People burning fossils
In their automobiles
This is just the reason
The road cries this season.

There are massive movements
Just to have that moment
A moment of Christmas,
And a new year at last;
This is just the reason
The road cries this season.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Years of Buharism

Oh Nigeria, my Nigeria
Do we have to be rooted here
Is it bad to have faith in you
When denial is long over due.

We prayed for growth to be better
But tides of grief spread all over
Washing our faiths, replacing hopes
With bullets and some suicide ropes

We prayed for capable leaders
The ones who would be our Messiahs
But we got pins in our buttocks
Hurting much more than we can talk

Dead butterflies in our stomach
Breeds sufferings we used to lack
Our eye sockets are wet and soaked
With force of tears that erupt rocks.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Darling Mom

I love my mom, she is kind and caring
She never sells ices to the Eskimos
Instead she provides, our meaningful needs
We aren’t the richest but we never starved.

Running from medications and hot water
Every time we had an injury, innocently
We hide it from her, but eventually
She always have a way of finding out…

She isn’t just a provider or an observer
Neither is she just another doctor
But she is a protector and a teacher,
The pillar of the home, she is a lioness!

Each time we err, she corrects our wrongs
And sings sweet songs applauding our right
Though most times she wears the scary look
It made bad neighbours not to mess with us…

Behind her straight unsmiling face, you will see
She is the sweetest and most caring mom
When nervous like a cat on hot tin roof
My mom would make you conquer those fears

And when frightened by anything or anyone
Run to her, and hide just behind her back
She is a superwoman, when she is home,
We are rabbits in the headlights that do not think.

Even as her sons marry their queens, and
Her daughters are leaving to another home,
Tongues would forever crave her delicious meals….
Oh! What would we have become; without our darling mom.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Rude Awakening

The beautiful sky, the cool breeze
The twinkling stars, and sunlight
Refreshing water, delicious meals

The meme of science and discovery,
The great artifacts and all wonders
Unique organisms, the hills and trees

The intrigue of sleep, refresh awake
The weightlessness of play,love and laughter
An amazing family, sweet friendships

The fog, mist, snow, rain we see and feel
The odors and sweet fragrance we smell
The sounds and pleasures we hear and feel

Always gives me a rude awakening
I just have to accept the fact that,
A day shall come, when we will all be gone.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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